19th poem on the 19th day pulls me backward in time. My life has been full of requited love for some time. There was once a past version of myself that didn’t believe that. A thank you to my friend Mary Ellen G. for reminding me of how we can always appreciate what we have, by sometimes remembering times when we didn’t possess the proper perspective. Please enjoy my take on this notion…
“Unrequited Love”_originally conceived on 6-21-05
There is somewhere I have not been.
Unknown to me,
but certainly sought.
Endless concrete desire permeates my essence.
My limbs quake at the thought of your touch.
Awoken from one dream,
straight into another.
This cannot be real.
Real doesn’t feel like this.
Uncertainty, follows me closer than my shadow.
Just one time,
allow me to grasp your hand,
In fact, will me to.
Want me to trace our hopes and fears into your palm.
Might I kiss it,
and never be able to kiss a hand so lovely?
I should be committed,
for committing myself to the notion of a high road.
How would you love me?
Would you bend to me?
Would you allow me to drink fully from you?
Could I take a moment to sigh,
and for that moment lose myself in you.
Don’t look at me like that.
You have killed me, and resurrected me with that gaze.
I cannot touch you.
As soon as I do,
Lost, somewhere I have not been.